I’m afraid with the twists and turns,

Turns of the right and turns of the wrong;

My logic says, I’m right other may run,

While other says, more to come, it’s just a dawn.

Twisted with dilemma of truth;

 Overloaded hypocrite and webbed logic,

Trying to win the blood of fruits;

I’m waiting for a definite magic-pronounced as so-called logic.

Some say,  follow me, I’m the best, I am “A”;

Extremist says, No! We are the best of the best, “watch out”- Mr. and Miss,

I am differently rooted thick green hay;

Infecting with world of logic, I prefer to work as hard as “Bees”.